Date: Wed, 18 Dec 2002 22:22:50 -0500
From: Arch Angel
Subject: Angel Of Darkness I
An original By Lil-J & AA82. Thanks to all those who helped.
This story is dedicated to C & J and in memory of our "shadow"
Angel Of Darkness (m/b t/b b/b)
WARNING
This story will eventually contain graphic descriptions of sexual acts
between men, teen-agers and minor boys. If the subject of man/boy sex
offends you, if this material is illegal in your place of residence, or if
you are under the legal age for such material, do not read further! You have
been warned! Read at your own risk!
This story is soul property of Lil-j and Crow19
Final warning:
If you are under that age of 18 or this material is against the law in your
area. Read on at your own risk.
*****
My name is Joseph I am 13 years old, and have been for the past 142 years.
My kind has many names, best known as the vampire. This is my story, the
story of how I got my soul back and learned to love again. My story starts
on a cool summer night in the state of Maine, on Old Orchard Beach....
I woke that night the same as I have for years now, alone. I slowly made my
way out of the old deserted shack and onto the empty sidewalk. I could see
the lights from Palace Play Land shining and lighting up the sky already,
the noise of woman and children and men rising in the air mixed with sirens
and noises from the rides and the arcades. The smells of fried dough and
pizza mixing with the repulsive smell of car exhaust. I hadn't fed in days
now and was growing weak needed to feed, so many to choose from, which one
to take. Nothing could prepare me for what was about to happen that night,
for I was about to do something I hadn't dared to let my self do for years,
fall in love.
I was walking through the arcade when I first spotted him, my angel. He was
sitting on a bench across the street feasting on a piece of pizza. From
first glance he looked to be eight or nine, the most beautiful creature I
had ever laid eyes on. His hair looked to be blond under the darkening sky,
his cute little torso exposed from his unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt. His skin a
golden tan with little darkened boy nipples, smooth and hairless.
As I move closer he looks up, our eyes lock I am frozen in a trance. My body
shakes with a feeling so overwhelming I want to scream. He gets up and
throws out his plate and start walking toward the peer. I follow him
watching him from behind. I keep my eyes glued to him as he approaches a
man, who I assume is his father.
"You're late!" I hear the man yell in a drunken voice as he lands a blow to
the boys face. I am enraged as memories of my own past start emerging at the
sight. I'm even more enraged that no one even does a thing to stop this man
as the boy cries and pleads for the man to not hurt him. I start to approach
just as a woman rushes to them.
"Stop it Jake you're drunk!" SLAP! "You stupid asshole." I'm amused at the
sight of the little woman putting this big man in place, a smile creeps over
my face and I find myself laughing. Even the boy giggles at the sight,
temporarily forgetting his pain. The woman picks him up and starts to walk
away with him. "Don't come home until ya sober up, your enough of an ass
without being drunk." She says as she walks away.
"You stupid bitch, I'll deal with you later!" The man yells after her.
No you won't, I think to myself as I watch the boy and woman disappear down
the sidewalk. I turn my attention back to the man mumbling to himself. I
follow him as he stumbles towards one of the side streets, no doubt looking
for another bar. I look around, no one within sight. Good, I think to myself
as I walk up to the man.
"Hey Mister, you look lonely." I say to him as I reach for his crotch,
tapping into his brain with my powers. The man just looks at me confused for
a few minutes before he pulled on my arm roughly and walks into one of the
alleys. Pig, I think silently. Disgusting fucking pig!
"Okay you little whore drop your pants." Jesus this guy is cold, he sure
makes this easy to do. No one will miss this pig. Not quite yet, I like to
warm my customers up first I say as I sat on his lap and start to kiss him.
I make my way down to his neck and I strike. He is a tough one and manages
to toss me off him and to the ground. He yells for help, but it is all in
vain as I take him.
****
I left the alley and quickly made my way toward the address on the man's
license silently praying to myself that the boy and woman made it there
safe. I sit in a tree among the shadows and look through the windows of
their house. The boy and the woman are sitting at the table. She puts some
lotion on his bruise and leans over, kissing his forehead.
"It will be al right, Craig." I hear the woman tell him. Craig, I say to
myself at hearing the boys name for the first time. Wanting nothing more at
that moment than to just hold the frail boy.
"Thanks, MJ." I hear the boy say in a quiet angelic voice.
"Time to wash up and go to bed." I hear the woman say. The boy sleepily
stands without argument and walks toward the staircase and up to the second
floor of the house and into a bathroom. The woman goes and sits on the
porch, waiting for her boyfriend to return home. I turn my attention back to
the boy, now standing shirtless before the mirror. I slip out of the tree
and hover unnoticed at the window where I watch him. I can see now in the
light that his hair is a bleached blond his skin, so soft and smooth, his
face covered in a dusting of freckles that are barely noticeable with his
tan. I see his eyes, those beautiful gray eyes. The boy stands on his
tiptoes and turns on the faucet, brushing his perfect teeth and washing his
face.
I love you my angel, I think to myself as I look upon his body. Suddenly he
turns and looks toward the window, I freeze. Can it be? I think to my self,
no impossible. I back off a ways into the darkness as the boy leaves the
bathroom.
****
I turn my attention back to the woman sitting on the porch; it is nearing
half passed eleven. He won't be home tonight he won't ever be coming home
again, I think with a little chuckle.
I watch as the woman goes inside and locks the door, a look of relief on her
face. Don't worry, he wont ever harm you again, I find myself saying out
loud. She turns out all the lights and heads up the stairs. I see a light
come on in the corner window and go to it. I nearly collapse at the sight I
see and my anger returned.
That pig deserved a punishment worse than what I gave him, I think as I look
upon the boy. He lays nude on top of his bed, his small butt covered with
red scars, no doubt from one of the many beatings he was subjected to from
that horrid man. My poor little angel, what did that monster do? A hot tear
escapes my eye and I feel a burning in my chest a painful burning like a
part of me long gone was trying to escape. I see the woman enter the room
she stands in the doorway for a minute before she enters. She to is crying.
She kisses the sleeping boy and goes to the window and opens it to let in
the cool night air. She leaves the room, shutting the door. I wait till she
is asleep before I make a move.
I entered the room through the open window standing silently over the small
boys angelic outstretched body, his nude frame glistening in the moonlight.
Tiny pearls of sweat forming on his back and neck from the summer heat, how
much I just want to take him hold him, for all eternity, save him from this
hellish life, from the abuse he is suffering. I edge closer to the bed and
bend down and smell him, the sweet smell of a nine-year-old boys sweat,
mixed with the smell of kid's shampoo and baby oil. I extend my hand and
gently run it down his spine, and over the crack of his bottom.
I suddenly jump back as he starts to turn over and am frozen at the sight of
his boyhood. Perfect in every way, small and hairless his little soft penis,
uncircumcised, laying against his equally perfect smooth sac, his tiny
little balls undeveloped in every way. The craving in me grows stronger, but
I hold back, I can't just take him. He needs to want it I continue to stare
at his perfect body slowly sketching every feature into my mind, from the
freckles on his angelic face to his tiny toes. Hours pass as I just sit
there staring at him.
Not being able to resist my self I bend over and softly press my lips to his
than I whisper in his ear "I love you my little prince" than I turn and exit
the home, returning to my hideaway, alone, again as the sun starts to rise.
****
As I lay on my bed staring into the darkness of the room I couldn't stop
thinking about Craig, my angel. The way his golden skin glistened in the
moonlight. Then I suddenly remember another feeling, a feeling that I was
being watched. Watched by what or furthermore by whom I kept thinking to
myself. Than I remembered something else, a smell, smell of something
ancient. As I drifted off into sleep a name slipped into my mind, Tenebre.
Then I was asleep.
***
Back at the tree out side the sleeping child's window ancient eyes reflected
the night. Like a whisper of dry leaves a voice suddenly broke through the
night.
" Sooooooooo, the wolf cub grows lonely... Hummmmmmmmmm. A new boy? A little
boy toy? Hehehe... We shall see." The ghostly sound disappeared on a cool
night breeze. "I must see this Child."
A pale youthful body gleamed in the glow of the false dawn, the entity known
for the world he inhabits. Tenebre stood over the sleeping boy. Staring at
the boy's fragile body. A cold, porcelain like finger meanderingly traces
its way down the boy's chest. Craig awoke with a start, a cold sweat running
down his forehead. He sat on his bed staring wonderingly about his familiar,
empty room and at his open window where a gentle breeze toyed with the
curtains.
****
While I slept and the thoughts of Craig and the abuse kept playing with my
mind; and soon my own memories... Nightmares... Came back. Memories of how
it all started. Memories of how I came to be what I am. In those few minutes
all of my past that had been so long buried came rushing back and I found my
self trapped in a dream.
The year was 1858. It was the summer of my 13th year. I was living in Salem,
Massachusetts with a man by the name of Christopher Johnson who had found it
in his heart to take me in. He was a well-respected man of the community,
and very rich. But I knew his dark side all to well. I had been living with
him sync my 9th year. He had found me in an alleyway down by the shipyard;
sick and near death and adopted me as his own. At first everything seemed
wonderful, like a dream but as time slowly passed I found my self a target
of his black arts.
The first night with Christopher was wondrous; he was a very good-looking
gentleman. Tall, about 6 feet I'd say, well built with long black hair and
eyes so blue you could lose yourself in them if you looked too long. His
lips were a deep red and his skin a smooth creamy white. When he spoke his
voice was soft, yet seemed to shake the foundation. After he found me he
carried me into his home, I didn't know what to think or do. Back then he
could have used me anyway he desired and no one would think about it, me
just being a street-rat and all. And I must confess I was very shocked when
he turned out to treat me so well.
First thing he did when we walked through the door was to undress me and
through my cloths into the fire. I must confess I was very frightened as
this man had just destroyed my only clothing and now was staring at my
naked, weak body. He kneeled before me and slowly turned me.
"You filthy boy, you stink of pigs and trash" is all he muttered to me as he
picked me up and carried me into a large room where to my surprise a bath
had been prepared already. He proceeded to bathe me in a big tub full of
strange smelling water. But it felt so nice I quickly started to feel
lightheaded. As I relaxed more I felt his big hand working there way all
over me, taking special care to get me fully clean. He took his time while
washing my pre-pubescent boyhood and my butt; which made me wonder a little,
but as I was about to talk he pulled me from the water and rinsed me off.
Lord knows how long it had been since I had last had a decent wash but I
must say; when I got out I did a double take as I looked in the mirror. What
stood before in the form of a dirty, brown tangle haired boy covered in the
filth of who knows what stood a, if I may say so my self, good-looking boy.
I stood about 3' 8" tall back then, about 60 pounds, my eyes were very
weird, the color seemed to change with my mood, but was for the most part
green. My hair was now clean and instead of brown and tangled was now a
dusty blond and smooth. My skin was a pale white and I looked sickly even
after that bath. Not much has changed since then, I had gained 10 pounds or
so and grew to 4'3" but all else remains the same for eternity.
After drying and dressing in a fine robe, Christopher led me to a bedroom
with a very large bed. To my eyes it looked maybe big enough to fit 20 men.
He laid me in the center of the bed and left the room, returning later with
a large tray with a bowl of hot broth and some strange tasting water. After
he fed me I began to drift to sleep and he removed my clothing and placed me
under the covers of the bed. He sat watching my body for a long while in
silence before bending over and kissing my lips than he got up and walked
out of the room. What a strange man, I thought to myself as I drifted to
sleep.
Weeks passed bye as we quickly came to know one another very well and we
became close to one another. We rode around the countryside together and he
seemed vary happy most of the time now that he had me as a companion. But
that all changed one horrific night. I awoke with a full bladder that was
screaming to be released so I made my way towards the chamber pot. As I was
emptying myself when I herd a strange sound coming from the hallway. I
quietly tiptoed into the hall and went to the door where I herd the
chanting. As I slowly opened the door I saw Christopher, donned in a black
robe, kneeling in a circle of what appeared to be blood before a statue of
Lucifer. In shock I started to back away quickly but I carelessly ran into a
vase knocking it to the floor with a loud.... CRASH... I awoke suddenly to
the sound of braking glass and laughing coming from outside the shack.
God damned teenagers! I thought to myself as I sat up trying to clear my
head of the dream. I needed to get out of this place and get some air.
****
The janitor of the bar while taking out the trash had found Jake's body in
the early morning. The cops stood around the corpse in the ally scratching
their collective heads in the morning sun. The coroner looked at the body
completely puzzled.
"Don't know Chief, there doesn't seem to be enough blood round the body and
judging by the trauma to that guys throat, this place should be soaked." Old
Orchard Police Chief Davy White stood for a moment, thinking to himself
before turning and yelling his instructions to the lead homicide detectives.
"Detective Lane, I want you and your partner to find who did this."
"Perhaps you should say what."
"Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my alley." Davy said turning
his attention to the direction of the voice. The coroner stood and
introduced the man to his side.
"Chief White, this is this is Jack Shadow, an ex-professor from Miskatonic
University, up from Arkham Massachusetts's he now works in a government
funded group dealing with the paranormal. His team will be assisting us"
Information was extended and names, than Lane and his partner Sean Jakins
hopped in their unmarked and hit the streets. There was definitely some
strange shit going on.
"So Professor, may I ask what you think did this?" The chief turned asking
Shadow.
"I have my suspicions, but I can't be certain yet".
"Well I have seen a lot of strange stuff around here, and seen some freaky
murders, looked like cult and gang mischief at first. But lately we have
been seeing some strange activity in the area, talk about ghosts and
monsters and shit. At first I thought this city finally lost their mind, but
now I'm starting to believe. But this is different than the others, whoever
did this was in a hurry but managed to keep it clean, robbery can be ruled
out no money or credit cards are missing".
****
The investigators were still there when I strolled past the roped off ally
Shadow's team was working in full force tonight. I was stupid, I should have
been more cautious, but I let my anger control me. And in making that
mistake, I attracted the attention from the wrong people. This Shadow guy,
I've heard of him before. He's a slayer, a demon hunter every one thought he
was a total nutcase at first until a demon made an attempt on the Presidents
life, after that he had all the funding he needed from the Gov. and was
assigned a task force. I was going to have to play my cards carefully. I
knew there were some strange activities going on around here, to much
supernatural activity. But what is it, I knew I wasn't the only Vampire in
town, but what happened that would bring Shadow's team here? There hasn't
been any great disturbance in this area, besides some hauntings and the
vampire feedings, but even at that they were properly covered up.
****
Things were getting more complicated than I had hoped, in the last 48 hours
I had fallen in love with a boy I don't even know, killed his tormentor and
now there was this, Shadow and what about that presence I felt. Can it be
that Tenebre has reemerged? I kept thinking to myself. I needed to relax, to
clear my mind so I could think. I walked out onto the peer and grabbed some
fries and a Pepsi, after last night's feast I wouldn't need to feed for
quite a while. Good thing to, last thing I want is a slayer at my heels and
they are always rats to feed on if I had to. I finished off my cola and
turned down a side street and headed toward Craig's house. By now they must
have herd the news and I wanted to see how him and the woman were doing.
****
As I got close to the house I saw my angel playing outside happily with some
of his neighboring kids. I smiled to myself seeing he wasn't too distraught
over the matter. I was 2 yards away form his house when I picked up a
strange but familiar sent, stopping dead in my tracks I looked around
cautiously, than I spotted him. Shadow, sitting in a car on the opposite
side of the street keeping lookout, than I picked up another sent and my
fears were confirmed. Tenebre!! It really is you, so that explains shadow,
but what do you want, why are you back? After all this time. My mind was
racing but soon came to a stop and let my heart take over as I was shaken
from my thoughts when the kids basket ball went astray and pegged me in the
head. So much for keeping on your toes stupid, I thought to myself as I
picked the ball up. Suddenly I was looking down into Craig's beautiful face
and trying not to burst out laughing at his nervousness.
"Ummmmmmmm, sorry man, didn't mean to hit ya. Can I please have my ball
back?"
"Don't sweat it kid." But instead of giving him the ball I threw it over my
shoulder into the net without even looking, leaving Craig open mouthed and
wide eyed.
"How...how...how did you do that???"
I smiled and ruffled his hair. "You can say I have had a lot of time to
practice" I answered as I started to walk away. This was too much contact
too soon and more than one person was watching us.
"Hey wait!!" Came Craig's voice behind me.
I turned to him, "Yah?"
"Ummmmmm I was just wondering would you like to hang out?"
I laughed at his excitement and shook my head at him. "If it's ok with your
mom sure, I was just heading to the pier to play some games."
"Don't worry about it, and she's not my mom!"
So I grinned and held out my hand to him, hell I might as well make the most
of the night, "My name is Joseph, but you can call me Joey."
He took my hand and smiled brightly, "My names Craig, and that's step mom
MJ". He yelled to MJ we'd be back later, grabbed his jacket and we were off
into the early night.
****
That was one of the first times in almost my whole vampire existence that I
felt human again. We walked and talked for an hour before I even sensed
Shadows presence. He was watching us closely. So you have come for me old
man I thought to myself but little did I know it wasn't me he was after.
****
"So, Craig I met your step-mom, where's you dad?" I asked both knowing and
fearing the answer as I turned from the burger stand and handed him his
order.
His face became white, almost as pale as mine; and he turned away as tears
filled his eyes. "He's dead"
I approached him slowly placing my hand on his shoulder "I... I'm sorry to
hear that Craig" My god, what did I do? I thought to myself, did I do the
wrong thing by killing his father? NO! No I did the right thing, the man
would have harmed Craig, or worse, I had the power to act and I did.
Craig turned to me with a tear running down his cheek. "Don't be sorry, he
didn't love us. I just feel guilty because I always wished him dead and now
he...he really is and it's my fault." Craig broke down and the tears came
flowing.
I knelt down and hugged him close "It's ok Craig. It isn't your fault, don't
ever say that." Shivers ran through us like high voltage shock as I pulled
him close, our energies mixing. Craig pulled away, no longer crying but
obviously frightened from what just happened, and I must confess as I was
to, things were getting strange things like this don't usually happen
between an immortal and a human. So that's what you're after Shadow.
I took Craig's chin in my head and wiped the drying tears from his face.
"Sorry, I'm just acting like a baby."
"Don't worry Craig, you're just showing you have a soul, you should be
thankful" Very thankful. This occurred moment was getting to us both so I
stood up and started to walk towards the arcade.
"You comin' or are you just gonna stand there" I yelled to him.
****
Time flue by as we played the games and watched the people, looking at my
watch I noticed it was already 8'oclock. "Hey Joey the fire works are in a
half hour lets go get a spot on the beach to watch!" Fireworks? Oh God just
run a stake through my heart now! I thought to myself. Yes, I do love the
splendid bright colors or blue and green and yellow as they lighten the sky
and the smell of the smoke as it fills the air, but vampires have very
sensitive ears. Oh well, at least I have a good reason I smiled as Craig and
I ran to the beach. `This is definitely worth it!
****
To be continued?